Gaah.
This country is ridiculous.
Why the hell do people live here?
Now, mind you, normally, I love this place called Canada.
But normally, I am able to think well enough to be able to make a 10 or so block trip by bike without getting lost. Normally, I am able to feel my fingers, and thus can operate bike locks, coat zippers and shoe laces.
When I cannot perform these basic tasks, then it is too fucking cold!
... Okay, got that outta my system.
Seriously, though, this is just silly. I tried to go postering with a friend today, and the freakin' tape won't even stick to anything, it's so cold. C'mon.
In other news, I was away, I'm back again, the year ended, another one started, and I've been wearing the same clothes for a week now, because it's so much effort to get to my cousin's place, where all my stuff is.
I don't smell very good. (I don't really mind, though, interestingly enough.)
Developing film, editing posters, tracing skulls, reading zines, watching DVDs of TV shows with friends... I'm enjoying the whole not working very often thing. I like it.
I want to make a zine, but I cannot fathom what it might be about. I had a good idea this afternoon, but as soon as I wrote it out, it became stupid. Maybe it always was.
I recognized a friend from Halifax in a picture today, despite the fact that his eyes were blanked out, in an attempt to hide his identity. I seem to be good at doing that, recognizing friends who have been masked, or have masked themselves. Interesting talent, eh?
Tomorrow my photography class starts, and tomorrow I go back to my cousin's place, and change into clean clothing.
Yessssss.
Why the hell do people live here?
Now, mind you, normally, I love this place called Canada.
But normally, I am able to think well enough to be able to make a 10 or so block trip by bike without getting lost. Normally, I am able to feel my fingers, and thus can operate bike locks, coat zippers and shoe laces.
When I cannot perform these basic tasks, then it is too fucking cold!
... Okay, got that outta my system.
Seriously, though, this is just silly. I tried to go postering with a friend today, and the freakin' tape won't even stick to anything, it's so cold. C'mon.
In other news, I was away, I'm back again, the year ended, another one started, and I've been wearing the same clothes for a week now, because it's so much effort to get to my cousin's place, where all my stuff is.
I don't smell very good. (I don't really mind, though, interestingly enough.)
Developing film, editing posters, tracing skulls, reading zines, watching DVDs of TV shows with friends... I'm enjoying the whole not working very often thing. I like it.
I want to make a zine, but I cannot fathom what it might be about. I had a good idea this afternoon, but as soon as I wrote it out, it became stupid. Maybe it always was.
I recognized a friend from Halifax in a picture today, despite the fact that his eyes were blanked out, in an attempt to hide his identity. I seem to be good at doing that, recognizing friends who have been masked, or have masked themselves. Interesting talent, eh?
Tomorrow my photography class starts, and tomorrow I go back to my cousin's place, and change into clean clothing.
Yessssss.